Whilst thousands die in squalid wars.
And the holy suffer for their cause.
And in the winter old folk freeze .
As malnourished children get decease .
I have no interest in all that.
But I am very worried about my cat.
It disappeared for several days.
Lured away away by toms and strays.
A lovely seal does smile at me.
Across the screen of Grans TV.
Why are they killed ? Such horrid sights.
For I am pledged to animal rights.
And in my lounge where I’m sat.
Scuttles across the floor, a rat.
Quick get the trap the gun the knife.
This vermin has no right to life.
Peter Bull ( Taken from the book Get In Touch With Your Talking Heads)